Empty Nester

This morning I was awakened by bird chatter. It’s spring after all and the hatchlings are hungry and noisy at 5:30am! Such a welcome sound, much better than the blaring of the alarm or our Pomeranian barking at the side of my head, impatient for his morning walk.

Rufous Hummingbird

Last Day in the Nest: April 19, 2012

Just days ago, our second and last hummer left its nest. I knew he was ready to leave – he barely fit inside the nest. Still, I shed a few tears. It was such a treat to watch the two hatchings grow as mama bird fed them 4-5 times an hour.

I first discovered the nest by accident while walking by the magnolia tree in the corner of our backyard. Movement caught my attention, right at eye level. As I peered into the tree, I saw two tiny beaks peaking over the edge of a nest. It was no bigger than a ping pong ball and nestled in a fork of the tree branch, strategically covered by a thick cluster of waxy leaves.

How exciting! My first opportunity to observe hummingbirds in the nest! Actually, any hatchlings in their nest. What strikes me now, is that I had never discovered a bird’s nest before. Our home borders a canyon after all. The nests are clearly abundant as testified by the roar of baby birds squawking for food at 5:30am. Still, I had never before noticed a nest. Which brings me pause. If God’s creation is abundant and all around me – why hadn’t I noticed it before?

The Lord has taught me quite a few lessons these past few weeks as I’ve observed the hummingbirds. The magnolia tree is just outside our family room window, and every spare moment I’ve run to the window to peer at the nest. God is good. He put the nest right there, right in front of my eyes. What a gift! Which reminds me of many of the Lord’s gifts. They are usually right before our eyes waiting to be discovered.They are tiny and precious, fragile and lasting but a moment. Waiting to be discovered, waiting to be noticed.

Empty Nest: April 20, 2012

My emotions are both sad to see the empty nest and excited to see God’s creation operate as He has designed it. He didn’t design the hatchlings to remain in their nest forever. They were designed to be there but for a moment. Now the young hummingbirds are soaring above the canyon in search of nectar-rich flowers and plump little bugs. Soon enough, they’ll migrate to points south and then return here to find a mate of their own. The cycle will begin all over again. A creation cycle that testifies to God’s glory. What is the purpose of creation? To glorify God.

That’s the Christian’s purpose to – to glorify God.  In all that we do, as we live our lives, to glorify God in the fleeting moments of life. In the mundane repetition of our lives, we are to know God and make Him known. It was during an ordinary walk about the backyard that I discovered the hummingbird nest. The hummingbirds reminded me of knowing God. Not just in His Word, but in His creation. His creation testifies to His separateness, His brilliance and His awesome power and creativity. I must remember to observe God’s presence in the ordinary moments of life.

Rotunda's Nest: April 10, 2012

The cycle of life is already beginning again. On the opposite side of our home is a bank of tall bushes. Nestled in the branches is a tiny nest. It’s been under construction and is now ready, patiently waiting for eggs. And perched on a high branch is a rotund little hummingbird…

 

 

 1 How lovely are Your dwelling places,
O LORD of hosts!
2 My soul longed and even yearned for the courts of the LORD;
My heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God.
3 The bird also has found a house,
And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young,
Even Your altars, O LORD of hosts,
My King and my God.
4 How blessed are those who dwell in Your house!
They are ever praising You. Psalm 84:1-4

Southern Recollections

Easter Sunday in SoCal 2009

In a few weeks, I’ll be the guest speaker at a local women’s event. It’s my first formal speaking engagement and I had to provide a head shot and bio for the promotional material, ugh. The days hiding behind the pen and paper – or computer and word processor – are numbered. I’m not sure what the Lord is up to, but I do know that He calls Christ-followers to proclaim the Gospel and to give an answer for the hope that we have.

So, I answered the call to speak and submitted the photo and bio. What came back to me to review gave me pause to smile. One of the ladies in leadership had inserted “Southern born and bred” right smack dab in the first line of my bio. She’s Southern, too, and she knows what it means to be “Southern born and bred.”

I’m reminded of a friend from the Northwest who once said to me, “For every coffee stand in Seattle, there’s a church in Alabama!” I couldn’t have said it better. Recollections begin to flood my mind. Read More »

Another Day in the Hummer Hood

There is a hummingbird nest in the magnolia tree right outside our family room window. In the nest are two hatchings – we estimate they’re a week or so from Momma Hummer teaching them to fly and then they’ll leave the nest never to return.

Today the two little hummers taught me a lesson. A storm has rolled into town and it is bearing down on us in waves of wind and rain. We can hear thunder in the distance. I was praying for the little hummers as the wind rocked the magnolia tree and huge raindrops pelted their nest. No man-made roller coaster has anything on their nest right now! My husband left the room. He can’t watch anymore.

After the first wave of the storm passed, I ran up to the window to check the nest. And what did I see? Read More »

It’s Not A Secret: Living a Life of Contentment

My monthly Southern Living magazine arrived in the mail today. It’s the November issue and “Thanksgiving Southern Style” is emblazoned on the cover with images of a pumpkin cheesecake, pear dumplings and beautiful seasonal floral arrangements. The table is set with an elegant crystal cake stand and gold-rimmed china and crystal on a classic white tablecloth. Memories from my formative years in the South leapt from the past to the present as I gazed at the magazine cover. In an instant, I was homesick!

Sorting Out Me From Him

After several moments of reflection, I realized I was homesick for what once was and what I thought my life would be. Over the past weeks, I’ve been trying to discern the desires of my heart from the desires the Lord has given me. It’s tough going at times when you’ve carried certain dreams with you so long that you can’t separate your desires from the Lord’s. That’s the lesson the Lord has been teaching me lately, sorting out me from Him. We are separate and yet one. My flesh cohabitating with His Holy Spirit. The Lord has been trying to get me to see His path for me, and it’s not the path my flesh has created. My self-made path was littered with unmet expectations and discontent.

The lump of melancholy in my heart was abruptly dislodged by the comments of a wise older women. She said, “You know you’re serving in the flesh when you’re serving with two companions…stress and anxiety.” Read More »

In My Seat

The personal testimony of Christ-follower and American Airlines pilot Peter Scheibner offers a glimpse into the events of one man’s life on the days of September 10th and 11th 2001.

19 Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, 20 teaching them to observe all that I commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Matthew 28:19-20